When Mom died, I took her Christmas tree and all of her stuffed bear collection…which she used to decorate said tree, and it has become our tree. We’ve added to it and made it ours, but at the core it’s all her and her uniquely wonderful style and novel flair for the creative. She’d probably hate that Black-eyed Santa sits on top looking like he’s picking his nose, but then again, she’d probably see the funny in it and start laughing too.
